“People cry not because they are weak, but because they have stayed strong for too long”
Yes, I am living the night
For the world outside
But there is a storm raging
In my world inside
I am trapped in time
There is lot to settle
Does anyone care here
For my falling petals?
The color on me
Is the color of blood
If you let me open
I might even flood
I cant stay straight
I cant stand tall
I am ripped everywhere
I was meant to fall
Poet's Corner 